Tom Holland Imagines

Sunday Mornings - Tom Holland

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Sunday's were Toms favorite day. For one, it was the only day out of the whole week that he was not doing anything. Not working, not running around attempting to avoid paparazzi as he ran errands, not doing interviews or press. Sundays were the only days in which he could truly enjoy the warmth of his bed and the relaxations of doing nothing.

He also loved how every Sunday was different.

Some Sunday mornings, he woke up before you. He would slowly come to his wits and realize that you were soundly dreaming next to him. He would immediately smile at the lump you formed under that mass amount of sheet and blankets over you. You always got so cold at night.

He would prop himself on his elbow, watching as your nose twitched on occasion, or how the fabric above you would rise and fall with your steady breaths. He would always chuckle if you started to snore. On very rare occasions, he enjoyed watching your face contort as you dreamt of things he could not see.

Once you would begin to stir in your slumber, signaling that you were, in fact, waking up, he would begin stroking your hair or rubbing patterns over any bare and uncovered skin with his fingertips. He might graze his nails over your silky skin, knowing how much you loved the feeling of soft scratches. Other times he would rub your arms and back with his calloused palms, you had always loved that feeling too.

On mornings he grew bored, he would pepper kisses on your face, first making sure that you were not too deep in your sleep that you would be angry with him for waking you. You would rise grinning and with giggles. The fact that you would wake up with a smile being your first action, made him glow with happiness.

You would wake up grumpy sometimes. Groaning at the sunlight as it shined through your windows, or at Tom when he would attempt to get your out of bed for whatever reason.

There had been many mornings in which Tom would wake up with your body parts sprawled all over the large bed. Despite that fact that your frame was small, you still had a way to manage using up all of the room. He almost never minded, he found it to be one of your most interesting quirks. You had many of those.

However, there were some mornings in which you would wake up before him.

Few of those mornings would include you waking him up. You know that he works extremely hard, so more often than not, you allow him to sleep as long as he likes.

On rare days and sometimes special occasions, you would bring him breakfast in bed. Pancakes, waffles, fruits of all kinds, oatmeal, eggs and bacon, breakfast potatoes. Whatever you have in the house, you would whip it up in some creative fashion that Tom found amazing. Those were the mornings that however sad he would be that you were not in bed next to him, he would smile at the sweet smell of food.

Often times after Tom would wake up he would still be dazed with sleep. So you opted to play with his hair or rub patterns on his toned chest or back. You would place sweet kisses where ever you pleased.

You admired that no matter what awkward and strewn about the position you would wake up in, Tom always seemed to snuggle up to you. One morning you had him nearly kicked off of the bed, yet he still had his forearm slung across your stomach. You always apologize profusely on the days you take up so much room. To your sorry, he simply smiles and kisses you quiet.

On mornings that Tom sleeps late and you couldn't be bothered to move either, you occupy yourself with your phone or the television in your room.

Always making sure that the volume is quiet, you would watch re-runs of your favorite TV shows or find a movie. If you were to find a good book, you would read. There had been times that Tom had woken up to your laughs racking the bed frame or your tears soaking the sheets. It simply depended on what you were watching or reading. Sometimes you would play on your phone, scrolling through social media or texting your friends and family.

When he would rise, going unrecognized by you, he would watch you as you commented on characters or focused on reading. Watch as you suppress sobs or giggles whilst watching Friends or a sad movie, later on glancing down at him only to realize that he was staring back at you.

No matter how Sunday's got started, no matter what way Tom woke up, the two of you would always spend the next hour or so in bed. Sometimes, the entire day. Talking, laughing, and being unconditionally happy in nothing more than each other's company.

Tom's Sunday's always seemed to differ in little ways. Those mornings, no matter how they played out, were always his favorite, because he got to spend them with you.